It’s not like the sea to leave you with me.

Summer will be yet another season in her absence.
No sun will shine on the love she has forgotten.
It has blown through me like wind through the trees.
Embers grow cold and ash too blows away.
It erases all evidences of me from memory.
She focuses her efforts on lies,
Lies of happiness, of unfathomable compatibility.
These lies I can’t combat.
I dwell alone in this house of truth forever.

I just want my baby back...

I lost Chloe on Tuesday and I've been crying since.
My mom and I tried to make her grave as nice as we could, but we couldn't keep from feeling bad about leaving her alone in the ground.
And when it rained, I felt it even more.

I can't imagine life without her, this angel that I loved more than myself and I understand that maybe what's so difficult is not losing what you love, but what loves you.
I'd rather feel this way then forget her.

My back is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time...

I didn't make it to the final round at the Nantucket Film Festival with Good Grief.
I'm feeling very defeated.

I took a look back at the script and fixed any remaining errors and immediately printed two entry forms for The Austin Film Festival, one for Good Grief and one for Singing Swans.

I'm starting to realize that I'm not the kind of person who gives up easily, but I'm also starting to wonder if I'm not being unreasonable and immature.
I'm starting to wonder whether or not sticking with this particular dream is really a good idea, when I've got others and the constant defeat this one carries is weighing me down.

I feel myself trying despite my best efforts to throw in the towel and curl up.
But what does that mean?